heâs coming down from the adrenaline & panic of having semi-accidentally summoned something into his living roomâ finally able to breathe a sigh of relief at her response; even to play along. â you donât have to laminate it⊠some thick, high quality paper would probably be good. â she doesnât seem the murder-y type. of course, that could be a ploy⊠but, like she said, his intuition isnât ringing any alarm bells. heâs going to trust his instincts until given a reason not to ( they didnât usually let him down. ) â Iâm a witch, â he confirms for her, although in a wishy-washy kind of way; â sort of. thatâs what some people call me. â witch is such a versatile word, isnât it? but heâs a âperson with weird otherworldly powersâ, which qualifies him for the definition. â elixirs, huh⊠â well. thatâs interesting, because heâs not great at those. of course, he can follow a recipe, when he finds one, but people scarcely leave their Magical Potion Recipeâs lying around for otherâs of questionable motives to find, nor their Rare & Weird Ingredients to make one. â thatâs coolâŠÂ potions arenât really my thing; not THAT kind of witchâ the black cauldron kind, so⊠yeah. I guess I could use the help? â what would he even USE a potion for? heâd never thought about it much, but the possibilities were kind of endless, actually. this COULD be a good thing⊠for him. but whatâs in it for her?
  â what about you? is there a catch? or do you have to stay, just because I summoned you; like a genie-Aladdin situation? because I donât want you to be STUCK with meâŠÂ â as much as he could use a little bit of help, he had no intentions of harboring a magical creature against their will. that was RUDE. & creepy. â if you want to be on your way, I wonât stop you. â
âNope, no catch. Now, you could make a blood contract--which is a bit more binding--but, Iâm not the kinda girl to force that kind of thing. Iâm only here if you want me to be, Mr. Witch,â Svetlana explained with a slight tease, glad that her suspicions proved correct. Though her being summoned was extremely uncommon--maybe happened once every few years--she wasnât always fortunate as to who wound up summoning her. Usually, those who delved that deep into Slavic mythology tended to be those in a bit deeper than their Nordic or Greek pagan counterparts, the most common denominations outside of Celtic. That, and he was a good witch, which definitely earned him some more brownie points, even if his skittishness was understandable. Which...probably nailed the point home not to mention being half-succubus. The last thing she needed was to more or less confirm her fears, despite despising demon culture. âAs for that, the level of contact is up to you. Could be as deep as a buddy-cop comedy--minus the cops--or as casual as being, like...homework help. And for the record, this isnât an inconvenience to me. With winter coming, I wouldâve been coming to the west coast or heading back home to Bulgaria, anyways. Cold weather is killer for someone like me.â And that wasnât even joking. Though it had scarcely happened, Samodiva at least going catatonic in the cold had happened before.
Offering Tida her hand, she added, âWhoops, guess I was a bit rude there. Iâm Svetlana Dervishi. Could shorten it to Svet or Sveta, either one is fine. And no, telling me your name and shaking on it wonât invoke some weird dark magic or whatever.â Not like she would, even if he was a dark magic practitioner. Glad she had an excuse to spend the winter where it was warm, at least.